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Originally Posted by Charmer
The black shecat's paws sunk pleasantly into the thick garden grass. The sky overhead was cast in soft and quiet grey. It would probably rain later. Every smell around her was familiar yet just new enough to fill her heart with an eager joy that came with exploring the world around her twoleg's nest. The twoleg kit had been wailing and crying again. She knew it was normal for kits, but the sound was awfully grating and the kits parents were looking after it, so there was no harm in stretching her claws. But when she took another step into the garden, her heart suddenly jumped into her throat. She saw the corner or the twoleg nest, the one with the missing red rock and the rancid smelling puddle right under it, and beyond that, the broken slab of wooden wall splintered and at a wrong angle like a broken bone. That's where it would come from. That's where it always came from. The world around the shecat darkened, and a chill in the air cut through her pelt. In dread, she stepped back with green eyes wide and wild. "No...no please not again," she begged knowing no one would hear her. No one ever did. Whipping her head around, the fence she had scaled was impossibly high, higher even that that tallest forest trees stacked on top of each other. Then came the sound that drew her gaze back to the nest corner: a piercing, bellowing wail thick with sick eagerness, and running toward her was the black and tan dog with parted jaws, lolling black tongue, and teeth wet with globs of slobber. The young cat tried to turn but looking at the ground, she saw that the green grass had turned to thick mud. It grabbed and clung to her paws and legs as she tried to turn and run, feeling every pounding stride as the creature closed in on her, her desperate cry caught in her throat as she tried desperately to convince her body to flee. Then the rain started to fall.
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daydream opened their eyes to find themselves in a twoleg nest. well, outside of one that is. they were balanced on a fence it looked like. golden hues looked around the place, their nose scrunching at the unfamiliar smells. normally when they dreamt it wasnt peaceful by any means, and their body slowly tensed up to prepare themselves for whatever their mind had to offer this time. their fur rose when they got a large whiff of a dog, eyes darting around to only spot it, jaw open and chasing whatever seemed to be in its trail, poor thing. they looked down from where they were safely perched on the fence to what it was chasing, stiffening to only see nightpaw. they knew that blakc pelt anywhere, those terrified green eyes. they could tell her apart from the scars that laid on her neck and belly from the previous dog attack. while fear and dread ran through their veins they pushed away their gut insticnt to run and hopped down from the fence, on the side nightpaw and the dog was on, digging their claws in the dirt as they landed and bounding over to where she was. how come she wasnt moving? was she stuck? maybe stuck in fear, they guessed. it happened in most cats when petrified, their body tenses up and closes in on itself, daydream knew it too well. they were scared themselves, because they knew if they were hurt in a dream they would be affected when they woke up unlike nightpaw, but they pushed forward, darting across the large yard and yowling nightpaws name to try to gain her attention.